.
- In the criminal justice system,
sexually based offenses
are considered especially heinous.
In New York City, the dedicated detectives
who investigate these vicious felonies
are members of an elite squad
known as the Special Victims Unit.
These are their stories.
[thunder booming]
[rock music]
♪
- I should get going.
- I hope you have your ark parked outside.
- If I don't leave right now,
I'm gonna get an earful.
- Yeah, what's her name?
- Gina.
No, it's my sister.
I've only had my truck for a month.
She thinks I'm her own personal U-Haul.
- Every family needs someone with a truck.
- Yeah, you know, I love my sister, I do.
And I would do anything for her, but...
sometimes I wish she would just go away.
You know?
[groans] Man, I'm sorry.
That was stupid.
Listen, why don't you cancel that Scotch?
Let's go get a burger or something.
- Nah, I'm good.
- All right.
- No, it's on me. - No, no, no.
Hey, be safe. - Yeah.
[dryer whirring]
[rock music]
♪
- As good as it's gonna get.
- [chuckling]
A peegasm?
- Google it, dude.
A chick finds herself stuck in a cab
in traffic or on the E Train
with her bladder full.
- Okay, been there.
- Yes, but when she finally does go,
let's just say it feels a little too good.
[laughing] - Bull.
- No, no, no. Hey, sweetheart, sweetheart.
Here.
Tell him I'm right.
Just say yes.
- What's in it for me?
- Well, what do you want?
- A shot of tequila.
No salt.
- Done.
- Yes.
- Thank you.
[horn honking]
- Look.
I can't.
- I know you're old,
but you'd only have to climb two flights.
- I'm just using you.
- For what?
- I don't know.
To forget.
- And I'm using you for sex.
No biggie.
Are you coming?
[sirens wailing]
- Okay, start canvassing here,
every apartment that overlooks this alleyway--go.
- Carisi.
- Did you run here?
- I was with my trainer when the call came in.
- I was with a bear-claw.
All right, this is the victim.
She's still breathing but her pulse is low,
her pupils are dilated.
Now one of the cleaning crew guys
from the, uh, bar, they found her this morning
when they were taking out the trash.
Vega, what do you got?
- Found these near the body.
- Okay, this looks like blood.
We get a name?
- No, no cell, no purse, no ID.
- Okay, are we sure that this isn't a mugging?
- Well, the perp didn't just take
her wallet and her phone.
He also took her panties.
- [sighing]
But he left her Prada.
[dramatic music]
♪
.
- In addition to the concussive wound,
she's got bruising on her wrists and thighs
and severe vaginal trauma.
Rape kit tested positive for semen.
I sent it off to the lab.
- She say what happened?
- Just that she's embarrassed
and wants to go home.
- Okay, did you get a name?
- Grace Walker. No family.
When she was brought in, her BAC was 0.15.
That along with the THC in her system...
I doubt any consent was involved.
- Okay. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
- Grace.
I'm Lieutenant Olivia Benson.
This is Detective Dominick Carisi.
How are you feeling?
- Like a herd of elephants
did the Texas Two-Step on my head.
- I bet.
- The doctor said I was attacked.
- Yeah, you, um, you don't remember?
- I had a lot to drink.
- That's okay.
So, Grace, why don't we--
why don't we start with
what you do remember?
- Um...
It was raining.
I was on my way home.
I ducked into this bar
hoping to wait it out.
These guys, they bought me a few drinks.
I woke up here.
- Okay, these guys.
You remember their names?
- The bar was loud.
One of them was Doug...
Dave...
I don't--I don't know.
God, this is so unlike me.
- So, Grace, um...
unfortunately, uh,
we think that you may have been
sexually assaulted.
- What?
- There was semen.
- No...
- You didn't have any underwear on.
I'm so sorry.
I know that that's a lot to process.
- I got blackout drunk
and woke up without my panties on.
Yeah, it's a lot to process.
- You're gonna be okay.
You're gonna get through this.
Is there--is there anybody
that we can call for you?
- Oh, my God.
Tommy.
- Tommy, is--is that your boyfriend?
- Okay, so we'll call him for you.
- No, please.
I-I should tell him.
- Okay.
So how 'bout, uh,
Detective Carisi will drive you home.
And if there's anything else that you remember,
you let us know.
I'm so sorry.
- I'll wait for you outside.
- I've seen a million of 'em.
- I'm only interested in this one.
- Yeah, I think she was here.
Waltzes in in her designer duds
with no intention of ever paying for a drink.
First she flirts with me,
hoping I'll give her a shot on the house.
- Did you give her a shot?
- Well, sure.
A girl like that is good for business.
- She found another sucker?
- Two, actually.
- They happen to be regulars here?
- I only know the one guy, Drew.
He's my dealer.
- Your dealer?
You heard me say I'm a cop, right?
- Relax, bro, it's all legal.
Edible marijuana.
This job is high-stress.
- Okay, this guy Drew,
does he have a last name?
- Just Drew.
But he usually parks his truck on 52nd
between First and Second.
- I got Rice Krispie treats,
brownies, lollipops.
All organic.
I grow it myself in my backyard.
What are you in the mood for?
- I'm the mood for what you gave Grace Walker
last night before you raped her.
- Whoa, Grace said I raped her? No way, man.
- You just knocked her unconscious?
- You definitely got the wrong guy.
Besides, when I left,
Grace was still standing and drinking.
- With who? - My buddy Silas.
- You know, in my experience,
when somebody throws their friend under the bus,
they're lying.
- Look, man.
I took an Uber home. Alone.
Around 11:00. You can ask the driver.
- I will.
And I'ma need Silas' name and address, too.
- I appreciate this.
- Wait till you get my bill.
Joking.
- Sorry.
My head's still not on straight.
- Well, you're gonna have a hell of a lump, there.
- This is me.
If you could just pull past the door.
Freddie, the doorman, he's kind of nosy.
- Sure, no problem.
- [sighing]
You seen a lot of girls that have been, uh...
- Way too many.
- How do their boyfriends take it usually?
- You're worried about telling Tommy?
- I'm the one who got drunk.
Maybe we just don't tell him about the other stuff.
- I mean, that's really your choice, but...
in my experience, the support of a loved one
is a good thing. - Yeah, I guess.
- Some women find it beneficial to speak about these things.
I mean, I'm happy to recommend a therapist.
- I'm good.
- Also if you don't want to go to work tomorrow,
I'm happy to call your boss-- - I'm kind of between jobs.
I, uh, I do medical research.
Tommy doesn't care that
I'm not contributing financially.
- What does Tommy do?
- He's a thoracic surgeon.
- That's impressive.
- Should let you catch the bad guys.
- Listen, take my card, all right?
If you remember anything
or you just want to talk, don't hesitate.
[somber music]
♪
[phone vibrating]
Carisi.
All right, I'll be right there.
- Rape? You're crazy.
She attacked me.
- Grace is 90 pounds soaking wet.
- Yeah, well, when she came at me
with that steel rod, she was like
Wonder Woman on bath salts.
- She wasn't looking too good either.
- Yeah, because I whacked her.
Self-defense.
She went after my money clip.
- Was that before or after you took her wallet?
- What wallet?
Grace didn't have two nickels to rub together.
- And her panties?
- Like any good slut,
she wasn't wearing any when I got there.
- So if we do a DNA test
on the semen that was found on her body,
that's not gonna match you, right?
- Christ.
We had sex.
It was consensual.
Now if you don't mind, I have work to do.
- If you don't mind,
stand up and turn your ass around.
- Harvey can go to friggin' hell.
- Harvey who?
- Me Too this, Time's Up that.
You can't even pick up a broad
at a bar these days.
- What is this world coming to?
.
- Meet Silas Perry.
He admits to partying with Grace Walker
at the Black Bunny last night till 2:00 am.
- Interrogation One.
Grace remember anything more about what happened last night?
- Nah, she was pretty tired. - Well, call her.
We need to get her in here for a line-up.
- That's gonna be a problem.
I tried the number she gave us.
It goes to the Theta Phi Kappa house
at Spence College.
They've never heard of a Grace Walker.
- Why is this never easy?
- No, we must have written it down wrong.
No big deal, let's go back to the building.
- What can I tell you?
No one lives here by that name.
- No, no, I just dropped her off here two hours ago.
All right, look. That's her.
- Never saw her.
- Look, she lives with, um, with her boyfriend Tommy.
He's a thoracic surgeon.
- Nah, I got two allergists,
three shrinks, and a podiatrist.
None named Tommy, Tom, or Thomas.
- You know, do me a favor.
Let me look at today's security footage.
- Be my guest.
- The bar was closing.
Grace wasn't ready to call it a night.
She wanted to hit some after-hours joint.
I should've gone home.
- But you were doing your thinking
from below the belt.
- Stupid's not against the law.
- Well, horny might be.
- You knock all your women unconscious?
- How many times do I have to say it?
She attacked me.
- 'Cause she was trying to rob you?
- Yes.
- You didn't call the cops?
- I'm married. We had sex.
I can live with a couple black and blue marks.
- At least he didn't say happily married.
- Well, he's tenacious. I'll give him that.
Finally, somebody to end our misery.
- Sorry to disappoint, Lieutenant,
but it turns out Grace may not be
who we thought she was.
Not only was the number she gave me fake,
but the doorman at the building I dropped her off at
had no idea who she was.
Take a look at this.
See, she goes in.
She turns around.
She comes right back out.
Now Grace was concerned
about how her boyfriend was gonna react.
- If we don't tell him, he'll never know.
But needless to say, without her testimony,
this case isn't going anywhere.
- Look, she stayed up drinking with him
until 2:00 in the morning.
She had to have said something that will help us find her.
- With the steel rod?
- That's correct.
- I believe you, Silas.
- Who are you?
- I'm Lieutenant Benson.
I am the one in charge here.
- Oh, finally, someone with a brain.
Can I go?
- Not quite yet.
Before you go, I'd just like to ask you
a few questions about earlier in the night.
So you and Grace were-- you were hanging out,
you're drinking.
What did you two talk about?
- I don't know. Nonsense.
TV, music.
I told her I loved the new Kanye album.
She said she didn't know he was married to Kim K.
I thought that was weird.
- She say anything about her family
or her friends?
- I wasn't really interested.
Look, I was drunk, I--
- You want to get out of here, right?
You've got to give me something.
- Pancakes. - I'm sorry?
- She kept going on and on about some diner.
I think she said it was on... 155th, near Broadway.
- Okay. The diner's name?
- I don't remember.
- Silas, your phone is gonna ring any minute
and it's gonna be your wife,
and Detective Rollins is gonna answer--
- Oh, for Christ's sake,
I wasn't interested in the damn pancakes.
I just wanted to get in her pants.
- Put him in the cage.
- Wait, what?
- So it looks like Silas lied to us.
- Or Grace lied to him.
- Oh, come on, who lies about pancakes?
All right, hey, let's start knocking on some doors.
- Are you serious? - What?
She didn't just pull that address
out of thin air.
Grace's last name was Walker, right?
- So?
- So look at that. Come on.
- George and Penelope Walker.
George is a tech billionaire who grew a conscience.
- Grew a conscience, huh? They got any kids?
- Two daughters.
- Have you seen her? - Grace. Sure.
Usually comes in twice a week around lunchtime.
- That's great.
So can you call her and tell her to come down?
- Wait a minute.
You think that's...
- Grace Walker.
- Grace, maybe.
Walker, not a chance.
- Are you saying that--
that Grace is homeless?
- Is she in some kind of trouble?
- Yeah, we think she might have been
sexually assaulted.
- That's par for the course.
Most homeless women--
and I'm talking over 90%--
have experienced some sort of sexual assault.
- What about Grace?
- She hasn't said anything about it to me,
but Grace is what we call a "rough sleeper."
She prefers the streets to the shelters.
- Which makes her way more vulnerable to assault.
- This is crazy. I mean,
I met Grace, I drove her home,
I--she didn't-- - Appear homeless?
Grace is one of the ones with good hygiene.
She showers here or at the Y.
- Okay, so she comes here at lunch?
- And when she does, she usually sits with Tommy.
That's him.
G.I. Joe.
- Hey, Tommy.
Can we talk to you for a minute?
- Hey, we're not gonna arrest you.
- Oh, hell no. - Stop, stop!
- Out of my way! - I said stop!
- [grunting]
[grunting] What the heck?
.
- Listen, Tommy, we just--
We want to ask you about Grace.
- Who?
- Your girlfriend.
- We had a couple of meals together.
She's not my girlfriend.
- Why would she lie to us?
- Because she's a cuckoo bird.
Look, whatever she did, I had nothing to do with it.
- No, Tommy, she's not in any trouble.
The fact is she might have been raped.
- And we think we found the guy who attacked her.
We just need to find Grace so that she can ID him.
- She okay? - She's alive.
- Well, that's one for the good guys.
People like us, we're, um...
What do you call it?
We're peripatetic.
- That's a two dollar word.
- Yeah, Grace taught it to me.
I'd like to help her.
But I don't have a clue where she is.
[solemn music]
Are we done?
- You know, we've got some coffee and doughnuts
in the break room.
- All right. Come on, I'll show you.
- [sighs]
- Color me depressed.
- There's 76,000 homeless in New York City.
Drug addicts, mentally ill,
victims of domestic violence...
- Guys who got shot at defending our freedoms.
- And every one of them has a story.
- And some of them use the word "peripatetic."
You know, Grace...
said her name was Walker.
She got her free lunches at the Walker house.
She said her boyfriend was a surgeon named Tommy.
I mean, there is a little bit of truth
in all the lies she told.
So she gave us the phone number
of the sorority house.
- You're thinking that she went to Spence.
- "Peripatetic"?
- That's definitely a college word.
♪
- Trying to locate a woman named Grace Walker.
Do you know her? - Yeah.
God, I can't believe this is her.
- How do you mean?
- Her name's not Grace, it's Sophie.
Sophie Simmons. We pledged Theta together.
- When was that? - About three years ago.
Let me show you.
Sophie was the first real friend
I made at Spence.
That's when we pledged.
Freshman year.
- What happened?
- Nothing.
That's the weird thing.
It was like any other day.
Sophie and I had coffee together at the Commons
and that was the last time that I saw her.
- So what, she spontaneously combusted?
- She might as well have.
I went to American Studies.
I guess she never made it to Bio.
- You didn't call the cops?
- It was our freshman year.
Someone was always having a party.
It was normal to blow off class.
Sophie met a guy. He didn't go to Spence.
When she didn't show up at the dorm,
we all thought she was...
you know, sleeping at his place.
- So when did you tell the school she was missing?
- About a week later.
They called her parents.
Is Sophie gonna be okay?
- We don't know.
- Will you tell her I love her?
And...
I'm sorry.
Hey, Sophie, Sophie. - Hello.
- Come on, everyone's going to the Zeta party tonight.
- Everyone except for this future doctor, that is.
- Come on, you know you want to go.
Plus Paul's going.
- [groans] You better not be lying to me.
- And do a shot of tequila with me.
- I need to get dressed.
- The video was taken a week before she disappeared.
- I can't believe it's the same girl.
- Three years living on the street
will do that to a person.
God know what she had to do to survive.
- And in that three years, no one ever talked to her?
She never once picked up the phone
and asked her parents for help?
- Her parents live in Rye.
They're on their way here now.
- Meanwhile, we have no idea where she is.
- Well, I did send a mass email
with the photo of Grace
to every single YMCA and shelter in the city.
- And, believe it or not, there is an app
that tracks the homeless.
Street Life NYC.
Here, look. It helps families who still give a damn
locate their loved ones,
and I uploaded a photo of her
with the hashtag #FindGrace.
Maybe we'll get a hit from there.
- Yeah, no, we know she took the name Walker
from that building, but maybe we can figure out
why she chose the name Grace.
- Yeah, maybe it's where she fell from.
- Hey, you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay.
- No, you're not.
- My sister went missing once
before we institutionalized her.
- She ended up living on the street.
- Yeah, with a junkie, doing meth.
It's the only time I ever saw my father cry.
- Hey, Lieutenant? Sophie's parents are here.
- Okay.
- The last time I saw her was freshman parents' weekend.
Patty and I were newly married
and Sophie was upset that I brought her.
- Debra died when Sophie was five.
- Brain cancer. - I'm so sorry.
- I knew I shouldn't have gone with Mark that weekend.
- It upset Sophie?
- For God's sake, she wasn't a child anymore
and you were part of my family. - But not hers.
- Anyway, that's the last time we saw her.
- In those three years, she never texted?
Emailed? Phoned?
- No. - We hung posters.
Stayed on campus for over a month.
Eventually Mark had to go back to work.
I don't know how many private detectives
we've been through.
- Does she still hate me?
- Uh, she...
she actually never mentioned you.
- That's worse, I guess.
I'm gonna get this over with.
- Uh, Mr. Simmons,
my detectives are doing
everything they can
to find your daughter.
- Wait, you brought us down here
and you don't have my daughter?
- We did-- - And you let her go?
You call yourself a cop?
- The police took her to the hospital.
They fed her.
- And she's back out on the street?
- Yeah, where she's been for three years.
You know, I should lock you up.
- Peter.
Um...
Will you excuse us for a moment?
[tense music]
♪
You cannot attack the parents.
- How are you not more upset about this?
- Peter, they are not the ones
that are guilty here.
- They hung a few flyers.
My dad had half the PD working overtime.
- And Mark Simmons is not
in the same position.
- The hell he's not.
They're both fathers.
- I found Grace--or Sophie--
on that Street Life app.
She's right now panhandling
at the corner of Henry and Grand.
- Great.
Why don't you take a breath?
♪
- There but for the grace of God.
- Hey.
Isn't that Tommy?
- Hey, Grace.
[grunting]
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! [both grunting]
- What do you think you're doing?
- SVU portable to central,
I got a 34 on the corner of Henry and Grand Street,
female, multiple injuries, one under.
Send a damn bus. - Copy that, bus on the way.
- Hey, Grace, Grace.
Stay down, all right? - [groans]
- You're okay.
Hang in there.
- I just want you to leave me alone.
- I just saw your boyfriend
beat the living crap out of you, Grace.
- If I don't care, then why should you?
- Because no one deserves to be treated like that.
- What's gonna happen to Tommy?
- Well, we have enough evidence
to make a case for assault.
- And he goes to jail?
- Grace, don't tell me that you love this guy.
- I need him.
I sleep with him and he--
- And he smacks you upside the head a couple times a day.
That's what he does, Grace.
That's not a good deal.
- Better Tommy than one of a million other guys
who rape me just because.
You don't know what it's like
to be alone on the street.
- I-I don't. You're right.
But there are shelters.
- They're worse.
- Okay. So, Grace,
we found the guy from the bar.
His name is Silas Perry.
- Forget it.
He didn't rape me.
- What?
- I just got greedy.
He paid me what we agreed to
and I tried to take more.
What's a couple more dollars
to someone like that?
- I'll call Stone. - Okay.
So Tommy beat you up because--
because you cheated on him.
- We have a deal.
- Why are you living like this?
Why are you living on the street?
- What else am I gonna do?
- What about your parents?
- They're dead.
[dramatic music]
♪
- What were their names?
♪
- I don't--I don't know.
I should...
- Hmm?
- Why don't I know that?
- Grace, would it be okay
if I showed you a picture?
♪
- She's pretty.
- You don't recognize her?
Okay.
Does the name...
does the name Sophie Simmons
mean anything to you?
- Can I see that picture again?
- So, Grace, there are some people outside
and they want to meet you.
Is that okay?
I'll be right back, okay?
♪
Mr. Simmons.
♪
- Sophie.
My God.
My baby girl.
I'm so sorry.
- Dad. - I'm sorry.
- Why are you crying?
What am I doing here?
Is something wrong with me?
- It's okay.
It's okay.
.
- I was maybe ten.
I remember Dad took me to Florida
for Christmas.
I was learning to water ski.
We were standing in shallow water and...
he held my waist to steady me.
- I bet you felt safe.
- I guess.
But then...
the boat started moving,
the line tightened
and I fell face-first into the water.
Dad was standing on the back of my skis.
It was the funniest thing.
I don't know why I remember that.
It's stupid.
- You remember the good times.
- I think it was the first time
Dad smiled since Mom died.
- And you wanted your dad to be happy.
So it makes sense that you remember it.
[gentle music]
- I didn't really know him that well
when Mom was alive.
I mean, he was working all the time.
- He was just the guy that kissed you good night?
- But it changed after Mom...
I mean, he was sad,
but he started to pick me up at school,
sit with me when I did my homework.
- You liked it.
- I loved it.
♪
- Tell me about freshman parents' weekend.
- Dad and Patty visited.
It wasn't great, but it lasted only 48 hours.
- And after that?
♪
- I don't remember.
- You're right, Liv.
It looks like Dissociative Fugue Disorder.
- Translation?
- It's a very rare condition
where the patient loses autobiographical memory,
their personal identity, so they adopt a new one.
- And it's usually triggered by child abuse or sexual assault.
- Sophie did spend the last three years
getting assaulted on the street.
- Grace did. Not Sophie.
That identity had already been exiled
from her conscious mind.
- Well, that's a little dramatic.
- We tend to experience identity as a thing.
But it's less stable.
It has less unity than we'd like to believe.
Sophie didn't like the identity she had,
so she gave it the boot.
Enter Grace, stage left.
- So it's almost like she...
committed suicide
without actually having to kill herself.
- So the trauma happened her freshman year at Spence?
- Or there was something there
that triggered the memory.
- You think her father abused her?
- I think it's possible.
I wouldn't put her
back together with her parents
until we find the source of the trauma.
- She doesn't have years to spend on the couch.
- Somebody sexually abused this girl
and the trauma was so severe
that she actually abandoned who she was.
- You catch him, I'll cook him.
But I'm gonna need a lot more
than the testimony of a girl
who can't remember what happened.
- Okay, so how do we help her remember?
- Every patient is different.
But starting with the man who assaulted her
might be a good place to start.
- Mm, piece of cake.
If we knew who he was.
- Hold on. What if...
what if we took Sophie back
to the place where she became Grace?
- Kirsten convinced me to rush Theta.
It probably sounds silly to you
but it was so on fleek.
- Oh, I was a-- I was a Phi Delta.
- Really?
I just thought, I mean...
the badge and the gun--
- Oh, I know, I know.
You know, college was, uh...
an escape for me.
- My dad thought the sorority was a waste of time.
There.
Under that tree, that's...
where I met Paul.
He was the first guy I ever...
I was a late bloomer.
- Got it.
- That's where we ate.
People talk about the freshman 15?
I actually lost weight.
- I lived on Captain Crunch.
It wasn't till I moved in with Billy
that he upped my game to a can of tuna.
- [laughs]
Uh, are you still with Billy?
- Oh, no. No, no.
Billy is a thing of the past.
- The past is over and done with.
- Sometimes.
- There's no way in the world
my dad would ever let me
move in with a guy.
- Well, I didn't exactly
tell my mother.
- I used to live here
with all the other pre-meds.
- Let's go take a peek.
- That's Artie Cantor.
He was my grad instructor for Bio 1.
I was a first-row nerd.
You should see the football stadium.
- Oh, well, I'd rather stay here.
Hmm? What's down this hallway?
- It's just a bunch of professors' offices.
You should really see the stadium.
- Well, we just got here.
Why don't you show me around?
Come on.
Who was your favorite professor?
- Ah, I don't know.
- Well, let's keep walking.
Maybe we'll run into someone you know.
- Professor Adams?
- Yeah, why not?
- Because I hate him.
He gave me a B minus on my midterm.
I'd never gotten below a B before.
Oh, my God. My dad's gonna kill me.
- Hey, Sophie, it's okay.
- No, it's not.
He said if I got below a B
then he was gonna send me to SUNY.
- Sophie, parents say
a lot of stupid things, right?
And they try to scare you
because they want you to stay on the right road.
But you want to know who's really scared?
We are.
[gentle music]
- You're a mom?
- I am, and I keep telling myself
that it's gonna get easier,
and that one day I'm gonna figure it all out, but...
[sighs] They say talking makes it easier?
Try reasoning with a six-year-old.
♪
- Oh, my God.
- What? What, what?
- That's it, that's Professor Adams' office.
- Okay, well, let's go in there.
- I don't want to go. I don't want to see him.
- Hey, Sophie?
I'm with you.
Right by your side the whole time.
Okay?
There's nobody in here.
- It's exactly the same.
- Tenure means never having to change.
♪
- It was there.
I came in before class to see
if I could get extra credit.
He told me he believed in sex for grades.
I thought he was joking.
I laughed.
But he wasn't joking.
He grabbed me from the back of the head
and he shoved me down on the couch.
[crying]
I had a pen in my pocket
and it--it jabbed me in the side of the leg
until it broke.
I still have the scar.
I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth.
I tried to fight him off, but I-I couldn't.
I tried to-- - Sophie.
- I tried to fight him off-- - Sophie.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry that happened to you.
♪
- Who's gonna believe me?
- I do.
I believe you.
- What can I do now?
- We're gonna find and confront
the bastard who did this to you.
- Excuse me?
What are you doing in my office?
- Your office?
I thought this was Professor Adams'.
- Logan Adams died in March.
- No.
- A heart attack.
I took over his position in August.
- [sobbing]
.
- I want to die.
- I'm so sorry, Sophie.
I can't promise that I can take...
the pain away, but what I can promise you
is I will do
everything I can to help you.
- Don't touch me!
- Look, I know that you're feeling--
- You don't know anything!
- Sophie, please.
- Stop calling me that!
You told me that I would be better
if I knew what happened to me.
You told me I would get past it.
- You will. That is still true.
- You said that if I looked at the bastard
who hurt me in the eye
and I told him how he ruined my life,
that would start the healing.
He's dead, God damn it!
There is no healing! [groans]
[tense music]
- Will you--will you...
Let me take you home, okay?
- I'm not going home!
I'm never going home!
I'm better off on the streets!
Tommy took care of me.
Look what you did!
♪
- Sophie.
I want--listen to me.
I want you to do me a favor.
I want you to just throw this.
Just do it. Just throw it on the floor
as hard as you can.
Let it out.
- [sobbing]
- Yes, let it out-- - [screaming] No!
Get away from me!
- Sophie. Sophie.
- [screaming] - Listen to me.
Listen to me.
He's dead.
But you're not.
You're not.
- It's not enough.
- Hey, Lieu, the, uh-- the 2-7 just called.
They found Sophie dumpster diving
down on the Lower East Side.
- And?
- And she swore to them
that her name was Grace Walker.
An RMP is bringing her here right now.
- And what do I do with her then?
She won't go home. I can't...
I can't lock her up.
- You could have her 51-50'ed.
- So some shrink drugs her up for 48 hours
and then puts her back on the street.
- I know, it's a vicious cycle.
- Yeah, which puts us back
to where we started.
This guy was a professor.
He's supposed to...
guide young minds, not...
destroy them.
- If he weren't already dead, I'd...
I'd kill that guy.
- What did you just say?
- I was just speaking figuratively.
- That's genius, Carisi.
[somber music]
♪
- The last three years of my life
I've been living on the street,
using newspapers and garbage bags to stay warm.
I let strange men use my body
in exchange for food,
protection, drugs.
I was 18.
I was supposed to be finishing my second semester of college.
I lost time with my friends.
My studies.
My dad.
♪
You got your few measly minutes
of sexual gratification, and I lost my life.
♪
I will never forgive you
for what you did to me, Professor.
But hopefully I can move on
with help from my family...
♪
And friends.
♪
I'm going to survive.
Yes, I am.
♪
- Yes.
You are. - [laughs]
- Yes, you are. - Thank you.
♪
- Yes.
.
[dramatic music]
♪
[wolf howling]